Last week I was convinced by my dear friend Mo to check out this meetup.com event. Didn’t read up on the details, but figured I’d just roll in after my work holiday party to meet her and another friend since they had been trying to get me to come. Of course, I finally arrive and both of them are engrossed in conversation with guys, paying me no mind. So I just plop myself down at the bar.
You may recall that I was on match.com about a year ago. While on it, I was blessed to meet Felipe and my good pal Rico. While Rico is really only good for some stories, I’m pretty impressed that I was able to meet Felipe on there and still maintain a friendship, even if he is embarassed about telling people where we met. Mo is actually on match.com now. Apparently she keeps seeing this one guy from match everywhere (by everywhere I mean online and at Churchkey). Low and behold, he just happens to be at this meetup event as well.
So Mo’s off with this match guy. I’m at the bar, taking half an hour to figure out what drink I want, when I turn around and see this guy who looks familiar. I know I have met him before. He tells me his name is Daniel. This also sounds familiar. Somehow, I miraculously put two and two together and realize I know this guy from match. Recall how I went out with about 30 guys in a span of 2 months. Lucky him; he was one of the 30. Nice guy, like all the others, just didn’t feel much of a spark. So Mo and I are both talking to these match guys at the meetup event. Small world.
After Daniel and I figure out that we went on a date last year through match, he proclaims “Wow, you have a great memory.” For those of you who may not know me, my memory sucks. There is no way to put this lightly. I’ve tried soduko, iPhone app memory games, reading, but nothing seems to help. So when he told me that I “have a great memory,” I couldn’t help but laugh, out loud of course, so that I had to tell him why I was laughing. That’s probably the best compliment I’ve heard all year.